Metamorph

You finally lent me your Sandman (half-heartedly). I told you, Neil Gaiman won't be mad at me if I read it. I remember when everyday was a good day for suicide. Though the dying days still come and I still welcome them, letting them consume and letting them pass. I think I'm fortunate that they don't come always. But they still have that habit of choking me when I'm sleeping. So much for a long time friend.